Last night I went to Starbucks and when the guy finished my drink, he bent down and wispered, “Don’t let anyone dull your sparkle.” I just smiled and took my drink, and while I was leaving I heard the other worker saying: “WOULD YOU STOP TELLING PEOPLE THAT, NOBODY CARES ABOUT YOUR INSPERATIONAL SHIT!” and the guy responded with, “Gurl, there is no way in hell I am letting you dull my sparkle.”
Oh my god.
East coasters: I drove through 17 states on the way to work
West coasters: I have been traveling in this desert for 49 years. Generations have died. Children have been born. When will I make it to the promised land
Midwesterners: I haven't left a 20 mile radius in 2 years
Texans: Are we out of Texas yet it's been 5 months
Floridians: Please help me there are so many oranges they are attacki–
Marrying young is not the end of my freedom. It means I want to travel and see the world, but with her by my side. It means I still like drinking in bars and dancing in clubs, but stumbling home with her at 2am and eating pizza in our underwear. It means I know that I want to kiss those lips every morning, and every night before bed. If you see marriage as the end of your ‘freedom’, you’re doing it wrong.